The pretties all want him
He don't know what to do
I saw him last autumn
With his new wave hair do
His sweatshirt is store-bought
I'm comfy in his shirt
His pants are snuggled taut
I can feel the burn

I don't really need this
I don't really care
I don't really think it's
politically fair
So take it up Sir Raw Edge
Pour the kerosene!
I don't really need this
I don't need your scene!

(need your scene, need your scene, need your scene)

He is like a vacuum
Likes to suck than to be blown
But still he has to love you
More than you could know

I don't really need this
I don't really care
I don't really think it's
Politically fair
So take it up, Sir Raw Edge
Pour the kerosene!
I don't really need this
I don't need your scene!